Paramour for the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  Haley wasn’t sure if she could ever get used to the sight of Damian’s muscled form completely naked. The scars and tattoos on his skin somehow managed to have her stomach clenched in knots every time she laid eyes on them. And even in its slumber, his dick still hung heavy between his legs. “I’ll just wear a scarf.” She lifted a shoulder, still transfixed.

  Absorbed in his thoughts, he lathered a handful of soap over his front and arms.

  “Hey.” Haley interrupted, and Damian turned his attention to her. She washed her body, leaning back against the jetting water along the wall. “I feel really content right now.” She smiled. “Thank you for bringing me here. And for carrying me up the stairs.” He seemed hypnotized for a moment, caught in her warm gaze. “And for the things you did to me on the stairs.”

  Drifting closer to her, he lowered his voice. “I think you’re…changing me a little.”

  Haley straightened with a flutter in her stomach. “Changing you?”

  “I’m a dangerous motherfucker, Haley. That’s what I was created for. It’s what I’m supposed to be. But I don’t feel like that with you.” After pausing for a second, he corrected himself. “Actually, if anyone tried to hurt you, I’d rip his fucking throat out, so I guess I am still dangerous.”

  A warm sense of security permeated through her whenever he said things like that. “Is it OK that you feel different with me?”

  “I feel like a fucking pussy, telling you all about my feelings.” Damian rolled his eyes.

  “I like hearing about your feelings.” She moved forward and kissed along his neck. Her tongue ran across the scratchy stubble below his jawline. She reached down to hold his dangling male flesh.

  “This is part of the problem. Everything else drops out of focus when you touch it.”

  “It’s a problem?”

  His dick jerked in her palm, growing larger as she started to stroke it. “No.” He looked down at her hand. “Fuck, it feels so good. But I’ve never been a slave to my dick like this before.”

  “I think I might be a slave to your dick as well.” She needed to feel the pressure of him inside her again and turned to look back at the massaging jets along the shower wall behind her. “Do you think you could fuck me against that wall?”

  The brute monster in him ascended to the surface, and Damian turned her around with fierce hands on her waist, pressing her front against the spouting water. The pulsing wall assaulted her sensitive nipples, jetting into her stomach and the front of her sex. He grasped her inner thigh to open her stance, and a sharp burst of water caressed her clit in a continuous spray. She struggled to keep from rubbing herself provocatively against the water.

  “Grab the wall.”

  Haley did as she was told. This wasn’t how she’d pictured it in her fantasy, but her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Her palms pressed into the heated glass as he entered her from behind, and her vision melted away as his cock widened her. It seemed like her body would never adjust to his outrageous size, and she writhed between his stone body at her back and the spraying wall.

  “You’re a slave to my dick?” Damian gave determined, jerking thrusts into her, and took her hand with his, skimming it down over her rough scar and guiding it between her legs. He felt up her clit as he moved their fingers past it. “This dick?” He touched her fingertips to the underside of his gliding organ. “Is it stretching out your tight little pussy, Haley?”

  Swiping his fingers over her clit, it contracted under his touch, and she hissed his name. He overflowed inside of her with deep, grunting thrusts, lightly brushing his lips over the bruise he’d left on her neck.

  After a few moments of blissful silence, Haley felt him break their connection and step back from her. She turned around, drained and restored at the same time, and leaned back against the wall she’d just become well acquainted with.

  Damian used a washcloth on her private area, gently cleaning her in the warm fountain from the spouts behind her. She trembled under his touch and giggled at the feathery washcloth on her overly sensitive parts. A smile broke over Damian’s face as he continued to wash her, and she shivered again, giggling automatically.

  “You are really ticklish.” He swept a finger over the crease where her upper thigh joined her sex. She jumped at the contact, breaking into a laugh as she brushed his hand away. Damian watched her face as his fingers hovered near her sensitized skin, and Haley bit down onto her bottom lip, giving him a pleading look. “God, you could make me do anything with those eyes.” He sighed deeply. “They’re fucking distracting.” Taking her hand, he led her out of the shower and turned off the water.

  Burning with a heated blush at the compliment, Haley pulled a sumptuous bath towel to wrap around her. “What movie do you want to watch?”

  Damian pondered the question while he dried off. “I’ll be honest, Haley. I don’t know a lot about movies.”

  “Would you rather do something else?” She used her fingers to untangle her wet hair.

  “No. I can learn a little about pop culture today.” Damian leaned past her to hang his towel on the wall, and she caught a breath of his clean, familiar scent.

  “Well, it’s really the perfect day for it”— her voice had gone soft in reaction to his heady presence—“since it’s so rainy outside.”

  “Mmhm.” His hands went to her towel, abruptly stripping it away from her and hanging it up by his, giving her a rush of confidence in her naked body.

  Haley followed him into the bedroom, openly staring at his muscular ass as he walked in front of her. The black serpent tattoo on his back filled her with adrenaline whenever she caught a glimpse of it, and it was in plain view for the first time. The snake itself wasn’t overly vicious, but it gave off a menacing aura that sent tingles through her.

  Damian pulled open his top drawer, handing her another of his black T-shirts. Haley slipped it on, gaping at his naked form. He watched her with a self-satisfied smile, pulling on a pair of thin gray pants with a white drawstring just below his abdomen.

  She pursed her lips. “So what do you use your big giant TV for? Pornography?”

  Damian shook his head, giving her a smirk. “I don’t find a lot of use for pornography.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “You’re lying.” She smiled.

  “No.” He proceeded toward the bedroom door.

  Haley made a scoffing sound. “You know that I can read your mind, right?”

  “Then you’re clearly keeping your promise and staying out of my thoughts.” Damian grasped her hand as they walked down the hall.

  “You don’t masturbate?” Her disbelief turned into curiosity.

  “Oh. No, I definitely masturbate. Actually, I’ve probably touched my dick more in the time I’ve known you than I have in my entire life.” He shook his head. “But I haven’t used pornography since I was around sixteen.”

  “You…” Her senses went numb as she remembered what he’d said in the garden. “Thought about me while you were…”

  At her hesitation, Damian gave her a look of concern. “I thought you knew about that. You even saw one of the fantasies I’ve had about you.”

  Her mouth watered, and Haley swallowed. As she ambled down the staircase with him, she couldn’t seem to shake the image of Damian stroking himself, conjuring lustful fantasies involving her. “I never pictured it before. You’ve been doing that since we met?”

  “I know it sounds perverted. It was embarrassing as fuck when you caught me that day in your car.”

  “I’ve never really given it any thought.” They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Damian tightened his grip on her hand, stopping in front of her. “I think I might want to watch you do that.”

  He stood blinking at her for a few seconds.

  Her gaze fell low to the floor as heat flooded into her cheeks. “I can’t believe I said that. I’m sorry.”

  Damian seized her in his arms. “You can watch me do whatever you want, angel. Just ask.” He shifted against her
to adjust his swelling package. “I thought you were mad at me for a second.”

  “No. Of course not.” She shook her head, amused by the thought.

  He traced his tongue over her lower lip. “I don’t ever want to do anything to fuck up your happiness, Haley.” He pulled back. “If I don’t stop, I’m going to be fucking you on my stairs again.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  With a little nod, Haley let him lead her to the living room area. His hands felt empty when they weren’t touching her, and he took her by the elbow, bringing her to the white floor-to-ceiling bookshelves built into the far wall.

  “You have so many movies.” She gazed over rows of plastic DVD cases amid his throngs of books. “You’ve never watched these?”

  “They’re all Noah’s. I haven’t ever taken the time to actually watch a movie.”

  Haley turned to him with widened eyes, and Damian shifted a little. She shrugged. “Well, maybe we should start with a guy movie. Like Scarface or something.”

  “All right.” Completely oblivious to the reference, Damian folded his arms over his chest. Truthfully, he’d never cared enough to give any movie a second glance, but now that Haley was discussing the subject with him, he wished he’d paid more attention. Ignorance was not a feeling that sat well with him, especially when it came to something she was interested in. Watching her look through the titles along the shelves reminded him of the first day they’d been introduced.

  “This is what you were doing when I met you.”

  She caught his thoughtful gaze. “I was really hungover that day.” She cringed. “I must have looked terrible.”

  “You looked like an angel. Well. A hot angel. I could see your nipples through your little white shirt.”

  “You could?” Haley blurted with a smile. “I didn’t realize that! I won’t be wearing that shirt again.” She shook her head, turning back to the shelf.

  Damian internally agreed, unless he was the only one seeing her in it. He preferred her wearing his clothes. Or completely naked. His gaze wandered down to her gorgeous little ass, just barely covered by his shirt. “Find anything yet?”

  “Hm. Die Hard, maybe? I don’t know if Die Hard should be a person’s first movie… Some of these have to belong to Ginger.” She rattled off a few titles. “She’s the Man, Mean Girls…The Notebook.” She giggled at that one. Looking a little further, she pulled a box from the wall, spotting a dab of spilled glossy gray nail polish on the cover, and gave a small gasp. “This is mine.”

  “Lord of the Rings? I read those books.”

  “Did you like them?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded, more confident referencing something he knew well. “I’ve read them all more than once.”

  “I love those books.” She smiled, staring at the floor. “The movies are great too. I might be a little bit of a nerd for Lord of the Rings.”

  Damian unfolded his arms and took the case from her, pulling out the disc of the first movie, and slid it into the player.

  She is a little nerdy isn’t she? He’d never really thought of her that way, but she was certainly far removed from any other girl he’d been with. The casual sex partners in his past were not interested in books; they had wanted him for rough sex. A certain type of slutty women tended to gravitate toward him, and he’d never felt any attraction for a nerdy girl. Then he’d caught one glimpse of Haley wearing her glasses, sitting at her desk in that impossibly sexy polka dot dress.

  “So, a warning…” Haley meandered around a thick white armchair to the large couch, sinking into it. “These movies are very long. It’s a lot of story to cover.”

  “Maybe you should wear your glasses.”

  “I don’t have them.” She gave an automatic answer, then glanced at him strangely.

  Damian walked past her to the front entrance, and she swiveled to look over the high cushions at the back of the couch. Catching sight of her black Prada duffel bag in his hand, her eyes flared in amazement.

  He set it down on the table in front of her. “I asked Ginger to pack some things for you this morning.”

  Haley stared at the bag. “That was so thoughtful.” She grasped the soft leather and brought it to her lap, sliding open the silver zipper. A case holding a pair of her black-framed glasses sat right on top and she slipped them on, delving deeper into the bag. She pulled out Ginger’s laptop and read the pink post-it stuck to it:

  I won’t be needing this where we’re going :) BTW I already told daddy you’re on vacation for a week. XO Ginge

  “Oh…shit.”

  “Were you planning on emailing your boss today?” He shook his head at her in a judging manner. “If you were my employee, I’d fire you.”

  “What?” Haley burst into laughter. “You’ve been distracting me with your big…your…”

  “My big…” Damian watched her, riveted by her face, adorned with those studious glasses. “Do you mean my cock?”

  “All morning.” She nodded, bravely ignoring the intense blush in her cheeks.

  “I thought you liked my cock.” He gave her an impish grin as her crimson complexion deepened. “If I was your boss, I’d work you very hard. There would be specific consequences for this kind of behavior.”

  “Specific consequences?” She stared at him. “What kind of consequences?”

  “Punishments. For poor work ethic.” He imagined every wicked thing he’d like to do to her in her office, but he was skating on thin ice with this subject. She’d had enough experience with punishments for one lifetime.

  “You would punish me.” Her chest rapidly rose and fell. “How?”

  He settled on the idea of spanking her, peeling up her skirt from behind while she clutched the edge of her desk, and smacking her little bare ass with his hand until she whimpered with erotic need. “Nothing too severe. Just a little discipline. For instance, I’d make you take off your panties in front of me.”

  Haley fidgeted beside him, holding tightly to the leather bag in her lap. “And what else?”

  Damian couldn’t tell if she was just nervously disturbed by the idea and testing to see how deep his dominant fantasies went, or genuinely turned on. Either way, he wanted to tread carefully. “Then I’d have you sit on top of your desk and pull your skirt up to show me your bare pussy.” The flicker of interest behind the thick frames of her glasses urged him to keep going. “And I’d make you spread your legs and touch yourself for me.” There was no mistaking her intrigue as the color of her eyes deepened to a dark sapphire. His voice came out low and raspy at the sight of her arousal. “If you’ve been really naughty, I’ll push your little panties inside of you and make you keep them there for the rest of the day.” Her hooded eyes sparked, and he couldn’t resist shocking her a little further. “And at the end of the day, if you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll take them out of you with my teeth.” He was getting himself worked up as well. His mind ran with thoughts of slipping her panties inside her innocent mouth, letting her taste her own intoxicating pussy while he spread her out on the desk and fed on her.

  Haley stared at him in wonder. “You want to discipline me?”

  “No.” He gave a firm shake of his head. “I want to have kinky sex with you and fuck you in every way imaginable. But I would never hurt you, Haley.”

  “I know.” She nodded, but her voice gave away a sliver of doubt.

  Damian moved the bag to the floor, dragging her onto his lap, and her bare thighs shifted against the hard length of him. “You do know that, right angel?”

  “Yes.” She smiled.

  “I’ll keep proving it to you so you’re crystal clear.” He stared into her eyes, sparkling jewels, glittering at him from behind her glasses. He studied her pouty lower lip. She was always nervously or lustfully biting at it. His erection grew larger, straining in his pants, but he wanted to do more with her than just fuck. “Now that you’ve said you like this movie, I’m interested in seeing it.”

  Haley slid off his lap to sit beside h
im. He glanced at the remote in his hand and pressed the button he hoped would work to play the movie, grateful when it started immediately.

  A string melody played through the surround sound speakers Noah had installed, and she slipped her hand into his palm, cuddling up to him.

  * * *

  Halfway through the final movie, Damian suggested they go out to dinner. The rain fell hard against the Chevelle as they approached downtown Seattle, reminding Haley how much she treasured the damp weather in her former hometown.

  “Do you have a favorite restaurant?”

  Damian shook his head. “I don’t know of any in the area. I’ve never taken a girl out to dinner before. Or…anywhere really. Where do you want to go?”

  She glanced over at him in surprise. I’m the first girl he’s ever taken on a date. The thought warmed her as she turned back to the blurry city lights through the drizzle on the window. An ancient memory surfaced. “There’s a restaurant called The Watchtower. I’ve never eaten there, but the top floor is a huge observatory. I used to go there a lot when I was taking a photography class in college. It’s shaped like a glass dome, you can see everything.”

  He punched the name into the navigation system. “It’s a few blocks away.”

  “I haven’t been up there at night before. Do you think they close it at a certain time?”

  Damian shrugged. “Locked doors aren’t really a barrier for me.”

  Haley broke into a smile. “What about an elevator?”

  “Not an issue.” He caught her wary look. “Haley, we could halt the minds of every person in that restaurant while we fuck in the elevator without any of them even knowing it happened.”

  Her mouth hung open slightly at his revelation as he pulled to a stop at the parking lot entrance. The valet driver opened her car door. Her simple black dress wasn’t too tight, but showed off her curves. A thrill rushed through her at the way he looked at her black patent Christian Louboutin heels as she stepped out.